The shops in town were mostly made up of mundane items, today. Come to think of it, it was pretty rare for a worthwhile piece to show up, seeing as there were always so many lowbies, here. Still, it never hurt to check. Incidentally, warp runes were on sale, today. They allowed fast travel to numerous zones for characters with the corresponding experience requirements. He would often use them to reach the City of Turmoil quickly, for those times when some serious PvP action was called for.
He picked up a few of the warp runes and looked them over before stuffing them into their bags. Even if he didn't use them right away, it made sense to get them while they were cheap. Looking back over towards the bridge, where the other players seemed to be gathered, he got a sudden idea. Perhaps it was time...for a stroll through memory lane.
After all, it would probably do him well to re-familiarize himself with the older zones before giving the new Legacy Armor a test run... Closing out of the shop interface, The_Game turned towards the players and began walking in their direction at a brisk pace. At a distance, he could tell already that they were all fairly harmless... at least to him. One even looked as though he'd just joined, today... and yet... something was definitely off. He just didn't seem like your typical newbie.
As The_Game reached the bridge, he stopped to slowly appraise the group, looking at each one, individually, the hollow voids that were the eyes of his metallic mask passing over them, one by one as he stood, eerily silent, the red leather wrappings of his hookswords protruding from behind his back. Then, suddenly, a strange voice emanated from beneath the mask. It began as a low rumble, with metallic reverberations as the words seemed to echo against something hollow. His tone was plain, and void of emotion or temperance. Something Kyle had cooked up for The_Game long ago, just to further shroud his character in mystery, as well as doubling as a way to avoid using his own voice.
"Stand... aside..."